shell

I detested my body for being a weapon

the perpetrators kept using against my inner being

and to realise that it has now become the resistive medium

against the ones I love, irks me.

At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few...

Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover...

let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and...

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